If we talk about being obsessed, you just were a great, big fan of Greek Mythology. So, living practically at ten minutes away from the Louvre Museum in Paris, was living like there every day.

You visited everyday the museum, and you always went to look up at the Greek Statues, like Athena, Ares or Aphrodite. But you had you only and special one that it was Poseidon, the Greek God of the Sea.

You always felt attracted by it, you didn't know how to explain it or express it, but you just every time turned around and there it was, and you just only look up at it, calmly and silently. But today was an exception.

You were looking at it, contemplating it as ever, taking one to another picture even if you could see it everyday, but a deep, however, refreshing voice like the breeze of the ocean, interrupted your quiet moment.

"I guess they pictured me as a quite old man. A very quiet fan, are you?" A man, closer to his 30's, dressed in an elegant but in a beach way too, spoke next to you.